TTCCH IV: Blood
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Chapter Summary
You must work with the other women to plan an escape.
Rating: 18+
Words: 3.5K
Trigger Warnings:
Dead Dove: Don't Eat, Non-Con, Drugging, Lactation, Hucow, Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Beating, Abuse, Murder
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It’s been a few days since Cal started visiting you nightly, his thick length repeatedly rutting into you. You’re on your hands and knees mewing from the feeling of the vibrator rubbing against your clit.
Cal’s stubble brushes the shell of your ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing my cock just right, baby.”
Your eyes roll back, his gravelly voice penetrates your fucked out mind. His tone is low and desperate. “Tell me it feels good, taking my seed.”
Your moans turn to words. “Cal, yes, it feels so good. I’m yours.”
He bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, causing your walls to clench tight around him, making his motion stutter. “Yeah baby, you are mine. I own you. I’m so lucky, getting to use you whenever I want. You’ll always let me use this cunt, right, baby?”
You arch your back and meet his thrusts, clenching tight, wanting to feel each inch drag through you. “Yes, Cal.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I get to use my girls anytime I want.”
You ignore the implied ownership of his words, focusing instead on the burning pleasure shooting up your spine from the vibrator’s friction on your exposed clit. An orgasm crashes over you, Cal pays no mind, hips snapping to fuck you through it. You cry out, but Cal’s hand slips around your throat, a warning of your noise level at this ungodly hour.
He allows minimal noise, the roaring ship engines disguising your nightly meetings, but he won’t allow you to wake the girls, tainting the quality of their milk. You bite back the sounds and allow him to fuck you through the first orgasm. He pulls the vibrator away, allowing your recovery, while still railing into your cunt.
“Once you’re thoroughly fucked, I’ll have to start working on the next baby with Merrin.”
You pant heavily, attempting to return your breathing to normal, but his forceful thrusts make the goal more difficult. His words register, but your post orgasm haze makes you less concerned. “You will?”
Cal nibbles on your ear as his hand retreats from your neck to resume its iron grip on your hip. “Of course! Can’t resist the thought of seeing you both bred together, both carrying what’s mine.”
Your stomach twists, picturing Merrin experiencing another pregnancy and loss. Cal presses the vibrator against your overly sensitive clit, causing your hips to buck and drawing your attention to the present. You whimper and he smirks against your skin before placing little kisses along the damp back of your neck. A fine mist of sweat causing some of your hair to stick.
Cal brushes it away. “I like seeing my girls swollen because of me. Makes me wish I had more of you to fill.”
You let out a moan, oddly turned on by how he makes pregnancy sound sexy. “Are you finding more?”
“I’ve got my sights set on another at the moment. Hoping she’ll arrive after you and Merrin are showing. Then she can see how cute she’ll look when she joins you both.”
The words don’t sit right; you’ve accepted being used by Cal, but the exploitation of another woman is dreadful. His attention is exciting; he makes you feel special, almost loved. Perhaps it’s not the act of hunting and kidnapping a woman that makes you uneasy, but it’s jealousy. Perhaps you are painfully selfish and like being the newest member of the herd.
You push back the doubt; you need more information. “Why do you want us all pregnant?”
Cal grunts. “To repopulate the galaxy with Jedi. Putting your babies in wealthy families guarantees their survival.”
You don’t speak, and he doesn’t seem to care. Tomorrow, you’ll share the information, but tonight you want to enjoy his touch and the empty promise of his love.
You angle your hips, recreating the pleasure from before, focusing on the vibrations teasing your sensitive bud. The feeling of Cal’s fingers digging almost painfully into your hip, demonstrating how desperate he is to possess you. His heavy breathing in your ear, grunting at the effort of fucking himself into your stretched hole. Each thrust slaps the head of his cock into your cervix, begging for entrance, for a place to deposit himself. You moan, returning his eagerness to cum.
The focus on his thrusts allows the orgasm to build again. The rhythmic movements rubbing your aching clit perfectly over the device. Pulsing starts deep inside your body, moving outwards rhythmically so that you drop your head down, riding out each shock-wave of pleasure.
Cal speaks to your orgasm this time. “Good gir- fuck. Good girl, good girl, good girl.”
He chants the words in a whisper as he cums, pressed tight against your cervix, spewing forth bits of himself into your body. You feel each pulse of the semen leaving his body, stretching your walls further to accommodate the additional substance.
Cal’s arm wraps tight around your waist as he finishes, ensuring your compliance in accepting every drop of him. You whine, the grip pressing on the bruises from days before. He does not relent until he has recovered, releasing you, shutting off the vibrator, dressing, and exiting your stall without another word.
You collapse into the soft hay, allowing the exhaustion from the orgasm to bless you with a restful sleep.
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Morning arrives, bringing a wave of shame that washes over you until pasture time. The enjoyment of Cal’s attention making you feel slimy; an invisible betrayal of the pain he has caused the other women.
Pasture time arrives, and after mulling over what to say to Cere and Merrin, you are eager to speak with them. All is quiet, finding comfortable spots to rest in the soft grass while Cal lingers. He speaks with Merrin, a hand on her back while she resists slapping it away.
You don’t dare look at them for too long, or move towards the open gate. Instead, moving towards the back of the pasture, laying within spitting distance of Cere.
Cal finally leaves after whispering something to Merrin, her twisted expression telling you the nature of his words. The sound of the engines keeps a comfortable level of noise, only partly easing your anxieties. Merrin approaches, avoiding eye contact, clearly still lost in her thoughts over Cal’s threat.
You shatter the silence. “You were right. He’s been trying to breed me for a few days now.”
Merrin’s eyes snap to yours, rage brewing. Her muscles stay tense as she sits, as though sitting near you will somehow put her in danger.
Cere lays back, watching the heat lamps high above. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell us sooner.”
You bow your head. “I was ashamed for letting him do it.”
She props on her elbows. “You didn’t let him do anything. Resisting would have earned you another beating.”
You risk a nervous glance at Merrin. “You’re probably right. He told me some things last night that I think you should know.”
“Heavens, it’s never good news with Cal.”
“No, it’s not. He said that once I’m pregnant, he’s going to breed Merrin again.”
Merrin’s taut muscles react, propelling her to her hands and knees. “No! He can’t do this again!”
You match the pain on her face, wishing to hug her, to ease that fear. “I don’t want him to do that to you again, either. Maybe it’s time to fight back.”
Cere lies back into the plush grass. “That won’t end well.”
“Neither will our current situation.”
Merrin’s expression hardens. “I’ll fight! I won’t let him do this again.”
You acknowledge her before turning your attention to Cere. “There’s more…he is preparing to kidnap another woman once we’re both bred and breed her soon after. He said he’s trying to repopulate the Jedi, ensuring the baby’s survival by selling them to wealthy families.”
Cere closes her eyes. Her expression neutralizing, but one crease between her brows gives away her true feelings. She speaks, saying aloud the obvious. “If he succeeds, that will be three more babies sold.”
You feel frantic as you speak. “I don’t want to allow him to win, even at the expense of the Jedi not returning.”
Cere’s tone is calm. “His plight to save the Jedi is undermined by his greed. I see no nobility in his efforts. It’s likely he is lying about those intentions.”
Merrin chimes in. “I want to fight back, whatever the cost!”
You look between the women in agreement. “I do as well.”
“Then I am with you both.”
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To your surprise, Greez delivers each typical meal with one notable difference: the meal tray has two tin cups instead of one. He gives you a knowing look, alerting that Cere has informed him of the plan. Part of you worries he will be the plan’s downfall, but his adjusted delivery reassures his loyalty.
You gulp down the cup of water, grateful hydration will be available during this trying week. Cere tried to convince you to not partake in the plan, stating that your lack of connection to the Force protects you from suffering alongside them. But you will not let them suffer alone when you are the plan’s creator. You want to face the same trials as them; it solidifies your connection. Only the trials aren’t exactly the same, because each night, after dumping the cup of milk into the drain at the stall’s rear, Cal comes to you.
The first night isn’t difficult, a repetition of your breeding routine. But by night two, frustration consumes you for having consumed nothing. His fingers irritatingly dig into your hips, rocking you sick while he unloads himself into you.
The girls are equally miserable, laying close together in the grass during pasture time. It’s a dual purpose of conserving energy and keeping warm. The pain of freezing from a lack of regular nutrition is a surprising development that your naked bodies struggle against. The heat lamps help, but each consecutive day they lack the same warmth as the prior day. You’d gladly sleep on the surface of the sun to stop the incessant shivering.
The tremble in your body worsens at night, when Cal fucks you eagerly from behind and your muscles shake in an effort to stay upright. The starvation in your body eliminates most of your conscious presence during each carnal visit. Evenings you used to enjoy have become a blur of aggressive physical movement and are barely pleasurable.
It’s the last night of this hell, and it’s your job to perform despite a painful lack of food this last week. You put on your best act, though you can’t be sure it’s convincing. Telling Cal how grateful you are for his presence, not entirely a lie, since his body warms you temporarily in the dead of night.
Cal smirks against your skin before speaking. “Tomorrow I’m going to milk you with the rest of the herd. I’m glad to see you’re getting along.”
You stutter over your words as he pounds into your weak body. “Thank you Cal. I have a request.”
His fingers bruise your hipbones. “A request?”
You whine. “Yes, it’s gross, but it’s important to me.”
He lets out a short laugh. “It’s gross? What do you mean?”
“It’s just- I’ve really enjoyed all the special time you’ve given me since I’ve been here. I know we are getting close to the end of your nightly visits and I-”
He cuts in. “You’re going to miss me?”
You only nod, grateful to not have to say the cursed words.
His pace picks up, his voice low. “Baby, I’ll breed you again in the future.”
“I know, but it’ll be a long time and you’ll have a new girl and I just want the other girls to see that you like me…”
He hesitates on the pullout, tip being hugged by your entrance. “You want them to see?”
You wiggle your hips, asking for his return. “Yes, Cal, I want them to see what my body does to you.”
He pulls you back onto his length, and you fight to not collapse against him. “Baby, that is quite a dirty thought.”
“Please? Just one time? Maybe you can do it with all of us on the last day you breed us? It’d be fun to watch while we get off during our milking. Bet it makes all our milk extra sweet that day.”
He fucks you slow, his thoughts elsewhere while he pleasures himself on your body. “I had no idea you were so adventurous. I suppose that would be good for everyone. I’ll consider it.”
A wicked smile creeps over your face, but your tone stays sweet and innocent. “Thank you Cal, I love you.”
Cal groans at your words, cumming unexpectedly at the stroke of his ego. He places a few kisses on the back of your head and neck as his heart pounds against your spine. You soak in the last joyous moments of his warmth before he pulls off and out, leaving you to collapse into the hay for one last night of hell.
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You wake, surprised to find Greez outside your stall before your milking time. He says nothing, a sheepish look on his face. One of his hands reaching between the bars, fist closed, offering you something. You stumble towards him, opening your palm to accept the gift.
He drops it into your hand and moves on to Cere and Merrin’s stalls before running off towards where he should be. You look over at the girls as they both consume the offering, chewing quickly in case Cal returns. You do the same, shoving the small piece of bread into your mouth and swallowing. It almost seems to make your stomach angrier, but there is relief in the food. Strength that will carry you through this final milking.
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Cal arrives shortly after, taking Cere and Merrin to the milking room first. As promised, he returns to you, no rope in his hands. You realize he believes you are loyal to him, and choose to keep the illusion. Following him into the milking room, your stomach grumbling loudly, as it digests the morsel of food.
It’s odd crawling into the milking room and seeing Cere and Merrin already attached to the milking machine. Part of you feels wrong for seeing them in this way, but they are about to see you in a much worse way. They are both leaned forward slightly, obviously keeping themselves away from the vibrators set up behind them.
You wonder how often they accept the pleasure. The thought of orgasming alongside friends makes you cringe. Cal hooks you up: cleaning your nipples before placing the suction tubing on your breasts. He moves to the far side of the room, retrieving your assigned supply bucket.
You lock eyes with the girls, giving them a nod, signaling that the plan is in motion after your conversation with Cal last night. They nod back, eyes then flicking to one another, checking in.
Cal returns to you and you meet his eyes, against the rules, giving him your best begging expression. He doesn’t seem to mind the rule break, lips curling at your silent request.
He kneels down behind you, unbuckling his pants. “Shall we give them a show?”
Cere immediately looks away, but Merrin’s eyes widen before averting her gaze. You coo, sweet and submissive. “Yes, please. Show them how much I mean to you.”
Your body is ready, now accustomed to what happens in this room. Cal releases himself, his pants sliding down, trapping his thighs, and he pushes into your heat. You don’t dare make a sound, painfully uncomfortable by the eyes now watching this lewd act.
Your heart leaps at how close the plan is to completion, how close freedom is. The suffering is almost over. You’ll go home and apologize to Allory, take back your old life.
Cal falls against your back, lost in his own pleasure, drunk on the power of breeding you in front of his other conquests. You can’t see his face, but you know the moment his eyes close by the movement of the women across from you. They silently unhook themselves from the milker, climbing carefully to their feet. They are unsteady, but they’ve spent this week practicing with their reclaimed legs.
Your heart stops. No longer sure if this is the outcome you want, instantly rethinking the entire plan. He has been good to you most of the time. It was your fault when he wasn’t.
Cal’s thrusts become sloppy, indicating his end, the end, is near. You feel frantic. Part of you wants to warn him. Cere steps near, holding an outstretched hand. You know what she’s about to do.
You want it to stop. Cal doesn’t deserve to die for falling to the dark side. He can change.
He thrusts a last time, releasing himself deep inside you. His lightsaber flies from his undone pants to Cere’s hand. Green light surrounds Merrin, her hands raised and poised to fight.
Cal’s eyes snap open. He pulls out of you, reaching for his pants to cover himself. Upon seeing the threat, he abandons the effort. Instead, wrapping his fingers tight around your throat, hoisting you backwards to shield his body, the suction tubes disconnect.
He disguises his fear with anger. “What are you doing?”
Merrin speaks, her words dripping with poison. “It is over for you, Cal Kestis! You are an evil man, and I will not allow you to pollute the galaxy with your hate.”
He squeezes tight and you try to pry his fingers off your neck; gasping for air. He won’t actually kill you, since this is to protect himself. He loves you. He-
Blackness dots the edges of your vision as he tightens his grip. You can feel his anger, his rage, his hate. Every memory of how he has betrayed you, been unfair to you, used you, comes flooding back. As consciousness slips away, you remind yourself of one final thought: he is a monster.
“Oh, please Merrin! You’re being dramatic! I will make you pay for this insubordination. You won’t like the way I-”
Cere tosses the lightsaber to Merrin. Cal releases your throat to pull the saber back to himself, but Merrin is faster. She wields the deadly weapon, casting the room in an unnatural orange light. Cere extends a hand towards Cal and he doesn’t move as she pulls you away from his grasp.
You are sputtering, trying to remember how to breathe, but you look at Merrin’s face. She looks conflicted, tears welling in her eyes. You know what she is thinking: she thinks he could change. You wonder if this is the end, if you have lost the battle, if she will strike.
Suddenly, her expression hardens, and she swings the blade in an arc, removing his head from his shoulders. His body collapses in a pile in your milking spot as the head hits the ground with a sickening thud. You all watch as blood pools around the detached dome from where the temple smashed into the floor.
There is a long silence, and you know it’s time for you to do your part. You climb shakily to your feet with Cere’s help and move to Merrin. Pulling her into an embrace. At first, she is stiff, but she softens, her forehead resting on your shoulder, her arms wrapping around your naked body. Cere’s arms embrace you both, her head on Merrin’s back.
You aren’t sure who cried first, but there is a sniff, a shudder, a ragged inhale. Tears stream down all your faces, leaving wet paths on one another’s skin as it drips. No words are needed, you all feel it, an insecurity. Worry that the wrong decision was made, fear that there may have been another path.
Your legs burn, but no one dares to fall to the ground. You have all spent too much time there.
The tears subside, and the hug breaks, looking first at one another, then at Cal’s decapitated body, now outlined in the seeping red blood. Cere turns off the milking machine and you all head towards the exit.
Greez waits at the door, a stack of clothes in his arms. You dress as quick as your body will allow, and head towards the ladder at the back of the ship. Desperate to escape this lower level and never return.
As you walk away, you hear Cere explaining to Greez what happened. You wrap your hand around the ladder rung, shakily stepping onto the bottom rung. You look back to see a clothed Cere embracing Greez, both crying. Merrin joins you at the ladder, offering her hands to spot your climb. You offer her a half smile and ascend; she follows once you are safe; you reach down, ready to grab her if she falls.
Everyone makes it safely up. Your mind floods with memories of the first night when you see the upper part of the ship again. You want to destroy everything that reminds you of him. Merrin and Cere move towards the cockpit.
Merrin looks to Cere. “Now what?”
You answer, sure of your decision. “Now we go find your baby, Merrin.”
Cere smiles, it’s beautiful. “I love that plan. I was thinking we may also want to take down this milking industry from the inside. If you’re both up for the fight.”
Merrin’s eyes fill with tears, but they look different from the ones before. They look how you feel, hopeful.
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It’s been a few days since Cal started visiting you nightly, his thick length repeatedly rutting into you. You’re on your hands and knees mewing from the feeling of the vibrator rubbing against your clit.
Cal’s stubble brushes the shell of your ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing my cock just right, baby.”
Your eyes roll back, his gravelly voice penetrates your fucked out mind. His tone is low and desperate. “Tell me it feels good, taking my seed.”
Your moans turn to words. “Cal, yes, it feels so good. I’m yours.”
He bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, causing your walls to clench tight around him, making his motion stutter. “Yeah baby, you are mine. I own you. I’m so lucky, getting to use you whenever I want. You’ll always let me use this cunt, right, baby?”
You arch your back and meet his thrusts, clenching tight, wanting to feel each inch drag through you. “Yes, Cal.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I get to use my girls anytime I want.”
You ignore the implied ownership of his words, focusing instead on the burning pleasure shooting up your spine from the vibrator’s friction on your exposed clit. An orgasm crashes over you, Cal pays no mind, hips snapping to fuck you through it. You cry out, but Cal’s hand slips around your throat, a warning of your noise level at this ungodly hour.
He allows minimal noise, the roaring ship engines disguising your nightly meetings, but he won’t allow you to wake the girls, tainting the quality of their milk. You bite back the sounds and allow him to fuck you through the first orgasm. He pulls the vibrator away, allowing your recovery, while still railing into your cunt.
“Once you’re thoroughly fucked, I’ll have to start working on the next baby with Merrin.”
You pant heavily, attempting to return your breathing to normal, but his forceful thrusts make the goal more difficult. His words register, but your post orgasm haze makes you less concerned. “You will?”
Cal nibbles on your ear as his hand retreats from your neck to resume its iron grip on your hip. “Of course! Can’t resist the thought of seeing you both bred together, both carrying what’s mine.”
Your stomach twists, picturing Merrin experiencing another pregnancy and loss. Cal presses the vibrator against your overly sensitive clit, causing your hips to buck and drawing your attention to the present. You whimper and he smirks against your skin before placing little kisses along the damp back of your neck. A fine mist of sweat causing some of your hair to stick.
Cal brushes it away. “I like seeing my girls swollen because of me. Makes me wish I had more of you to fill.”
You let out a moan, oddly turned on by how he makes pregnancy sound sexy. “Are you finding more?”
“I’ve got my sights set on another at the moment. Hoping she’ll arrive after you and Merrin are showing. Then she can see how cute she’ll look when she joins you both.”
The words don’t sit right; you’ve accepted being used by Cal, but the exploitation of another woman is dreadful. His attention is exciting; he makes you feel special, almost loved. Perhaps it’s not the act of hunting and kidnapping a woman that makes you uneasy, but it’s jealousy. Perhaps you are painfully selfish and like being the newest member of the herd.
You push back the doubt; you need more information. “Why do you want us all pregnant?”
Cal grunts. “To repopulate the galaxy with Jedi. Putting your babies in wealthy families guarantees their survival.”
You don’t speak, and he doesn’t seem to care. Tomorrow, you’ll share the information, but tonight you want to enjoy his touch and the empty promise of his love.
You angle your hips, recreating the pleasure from before, focusing on the vibrations teasing your sensitive bud. The feeling of Cal’s fingers digging almost painfully into your hip, demonstrating how desperate he is to possess you. His heavy breathing in your ear, grunting at the effort of fucking himself into your stretched hole. Each thrust slaps the head of his cock into your cervix, begging for entrance, for a place to deposit himself. You moan, returning his eagerness to cum.
The focus on his thrusts allows the orgasm to build again. The rhythmic movements rubbing your aching clit perfectly over the device. Pulsing starts deep inside your body, moving outwards rhythmically so that you drop your head down, riding out each shock-wave of pleasure.
Cal speaks to your orgasm this time. “Good gir- fuck. Good girl, good girl, good girl.”
He chants the words in a whisper as he cums, pressed tight against your cervix, spewing forth bits of himself into your body. You feel each pulse of the semen leaving his body, stretching your walls further to accommodate the additional substance.
Cal’s arm wraps tight around your waist as he finishes, ensuring your compliance in accepting every drop of him. You whine, the grip pressing on the bruises from days before. He does not relent until he has recovered, releasing you, shutting off the vibrator, dressing, and exiting your stall without another word.
You collapse into the soft hay, allowing the exhaustion from the orgasm to bless you with a restful sleep.
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Morning arrives, bringing a wave of shame that washes over you until pasture time. The enjoyment of Cal’s attention making you feel slimy; an invisible betrayal of the pain he has caused the other women.
Pasture time arrives, and after mulling over what to say to Cere and Merrin, you are eager to speak with them. All is quiet, finding comfortable spots to rest in the soft grass while Cal lingers. He speaks with Merrin, a hand on her back while she resists slapping it away.
You don’t dare look at them for too long, or move towards the open gate. Instead, moving towards the back of the pasture, laying within spitting distance of Cere.
Cal finally leaves after whispering something to Merrin, her twisted expression telling you the nature of his words. The sound of the engines keeps a comfortable level of noise, only partly easing your anxieties. Merrin approaches, avoiding eye contact, clearly still lost in her thoughts over Cal’s threat.
You shatter the silence. “You were right. He’s been trying to breed me for a few days now.”
Merrin’s eyes snap to yours, rage brewing. Her muscles stay tense as she sits, as though sitting near you will somehow put her in danger.
Cere lays back, watching the heat lamps high above. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell us sooner.”
You bow your head. “I was ashamed for letting him do it.”
She props on her elbows. “You didn’t let him do anything. Resisting would have earned you another beating.”
You risk a nervous glance at Merrin. “You’re probably right. He told me some things last night that I think you should know.”
“Heavens, it’s never good news with Cal.”
“No, it’s not. He said that once I’m pregnant, he’s going to breed Merrin again.”
Merrin’s taut muscles react, propelling her to her hands and knees. “No! He can’t do this again!”
You match the pain on her face, wishing to hug her, to ease that fear. “I don’t want him to do that to you again, either. Maybe it’s time to fight back.”
Cere lies back into the plush grass. “That won’t end well.”
“Neither will our current situation.”
Merrin’s expression hardens. “I’ll fight! I won’t let him do this again.”
You acknowledge her before turning your attention to Cere. “There’s more…he is preparing to kidnap another woman once we’re both bred and breed her soon after. He said he’s trying to repopulate the Jedi, ensuring the baby’s survival by selling them to wealthy families.”
Cere closes her eyes. Her expression neutralizing, but one crease between her brows gives away her true feelings. She speaks, saying aloud the obvious. “If he succeeds, that will be three more babies sold.”
You feel frantic as you speak. “I don’t want to allow him to win, even at the expense of the Jedi not returning.”
Cere’s tone is calm. “His plight to save the Jedi is undermined by his greed. I see no nobility in his efforts. It’s likely he is lying about those intentions.”
Merrin chimes in. “I want to fight back, whatever the cost!”
You look between the women in agreement. “I do as well.”
“Then I am with you both.”
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To your surprise, Greez delivers each typical meal with one notable difference: the meal tray has two tin cups instead of one. He gives you a knowing look, alerting that Cere has informed him of the plan. Part of you worries he will be the plan’s downfall, but his adjusted delivery reassures his loyalty.
You gulp down the cup of water, grateful hydration will be available during this trying week. Cere tried to convince you to not partake in the plan, stating that your lack of connection to the Force protects you from suffering alongside them. But you will not let them suffer alone when you are the plan’s creator. You want to face the same trials as them; it solidifies your connection. Only the trials aren’t exactly the same, because each night, after dumping the cup of milk into the drain at the stall’s rear, Cal comes to you.
The first night isn’t difficult, a repetition of your breeding routine. But by night two, frustration consumes you for having consumed nothing. His fingers irritatingly dig into your hips, rocking you sick while he unloads himself into you.
The girls are equally miserable, laying close together in the grass during pasture time. It’s a dual purpose of conserving energy and keeping warm. The pain of freezing from a lack of regular nutrition is a surprising development that your naked bodies struggle against. The heat lamps help, but each consecutive day they lack the same warmth as the prior day. You’d gladly sleep on the surface of the sun to stop the incessant shivering.
The tremble in your body worsens at night, when Cal fucks you eagerly from behind and your muscles shake in an effort to stay upright. The starvation in your body eliminates most of your conscious presence during each carnal visit. Evenings you used to enjoy have become a blur of aggressive physical movement and are barely pleasurable.
It’s the last night of this hell, and it’s your job to perform despite a painful lack of food this last week. You put on your best act, though you can’t be sure it’s convincing. Telling Cal how grateful you are for his presence, not entirely a lie, since his body warms you temporarily in the dead of night.
Cal smirks against your skin before speaking. “Tomorrow I’m going to milk you with the rest of the herd. I’m glad to see you’re getting along.”
You stutter over your words as he pounds into your weak body. “Thank you Cal. I have a request.”
His fingers bruise your hipbones. “A request?”
You whine. “Yes, it’s gross, but it’s important to me.”
He lets out a short laugh. “It’s gross? What do you mean?”
“It’s just- I’ve really enjoyed all the special time you’ve given me since I’ve been here. I know we are getting close to the end of your nightly visits and I-”
He cuts in. “You’re going to miss me?”
You only nod, grateful to not have to say the cursed words.
His pace picks up, his voice low. “Baby, I’ll breed you again in the future.”
“I know, but it’ll be a long time and you’ll have a new girl and I just want the other girls to see that you like me…”
He hesitates on the pullout, tip being hugged by your entrance. “You want them to see?”
You wiggle your hips, asking for his return. “Yes, Cal, I want them to see what my body does to you.”
He pulls you back onto his length, and you fight to not collapse against him. “Baby, that is quite a dirty thought.”
“Please? Just one time? Maybe you can do it with all of us on the last day you breed us? It’d be fun to watch while we get off during our milking. Bet it makes all our milk extra sweet that day.”
He fucks you slow, his thoughts elsewhere while he pleasures himself on your body. “I had no idea you were so adventurous. I suppose that would be good for everyone. I’ll consider it.”
A wicked smile creeps over your face, but your tone stays sweet and innocent. “Thank you Cal, I love you.”
Cal groans at your words, cumming unexpectedly at the stroke of his ego. He places a few kisses on the back of your head and neck as his heart pounds against your spine. You soak in the last joyous moments of his warmth before he pulls off and out, leaving you to collapse into the hay for one last night of hell.
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You wake, surprised to find Greez outside your stall before your milking time. He says nothing, a sheepish look on his face. One of his hands reaching between the bars, fist closed, offering you something. You stumble towards him, opening your palm to accept the gift.
He drops it into your hand and moves on to Cere and Merrin’s stalls before running off towards where he should be. You look over at the girls as they both consume the offering, chewing quickly in case Cal returns. You do the same, shoving the small piece of bread into your mouth and swallowing. It almost seems to make your stomach angrier, but there is relief in the food. Strength that will carry you through this final milking.
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Cal arrives shortly after, taking Cere and Merrin to the milking room first. As promised, he returns to you, no rope in his hands. You realize he believes you are loyal to him, and choose to keep the illusion. Following him into the milking room, your stomach grumbling loudly, as it digests the morsel of food.
It’s odd crawling into the milking room and seeing Cere and Merrin already attached to the milking machine. Part of you feels wrong for seeing them in this way, but they are about to see you in a much worse way. They are both leaned forward slightly, obviously keeping themselves away from the vibrators set up behind them.
You wonder how often they accept the pleasure. The thought of orgasming alongside friends makes you cringe. Cal hooks you up: cleaning your nipples before placing the suction tubing on your breasts. He moves to the far side of the room, retrieving your assigned supply bucket.
You lock eyes with the girls, giving them a nod, signaling that the plan is in motion after your conversation with Cal last night. They nod back, eyes then flicking to one another, checking in.
Cal returns to you and you meet his eyes, against the rules, giving him your best begging expression. He doesn’t seem to mind the rule break, lips curling at your silent request.
He kneels down behind you, unbuckling his pants. “Shall we give them a show?”
Cere immediately looks away, but Merrin’s eyes widen before averting her gaze. You coo, sweet and submissive. “Yes, please. Show them how much I mean to you.”
Your body is ready, now accustomed to what happens in this room. Cal releases himself, his pants sliding down, trapping his thighs, and he pushes into your heat. You don’t dare make a sound, painfully uncomfortable by the eyes now watching this lewd act.
Your heart leaps at how close the plan is to completion, how close freedom is. The suffering is almost over. You’ll go home and apologize to Allory, take back your old life.
Cal falls against your back, lost in his own pleasure, drunk on the power of breeding you in front of his other conquests. You can’t see his face, but you know the moment his eyes close by the movement of the women across from you. They silently unhook themselves from the milker, climbing carefully to their feet. They are unsteady, but they’ve spent this week practicing with their reclaimed legs.
Your heart stops. No longer sure if this is the outcome you want, instantly rethinking the entire plan. He has been good to you most of the time. It was your fault when he wasn’t.
Cal’s thrusts become sloppy, indicating his end, the end, is near. You feel frantic. Part of you wants to warn him. Cere steps near, holding an outstretched hand. You know what she’s about to do.
You want it to stop. Cal doesn’t deserve to die for falling to the dark side. He can change.
He thrusts a last time, releasing himself deep inside you. His lightsaber flies from his undone pants to Cere’s hand. Green light surrounds Merrin, her hands raised and poised to fight.
Cal’s eyes snap open. He pulls out of you, reaching for his pants to cover himself. Upon seeing the threat, he abandons the effort. Instead, wrapping his fingers tight around your throat, hoisting you backwards to shield his body, the suction tubes disconnect.
He disguises his fear with anger. “What are you doing?”
Merrin speaks, her words dripping with poison. “It is over for you, Cal Kestis! You are an evil man, and I will not allow you to pollute the galaxy with your hate.”
He squeezes tight and you try to pry his fingers off your neck; gasping for air. He won’t actually kill you, since this is to protect himself. He loves you. He-
Blackness dots the edges of your vision as he tightens his grip. You can feel his anger, his rage, his hate. Every memory of how he has betrayed you, been unfair to you, used you, comes flooding back. As consciousness slips away, you remind yourself of one final thought: he is a monster.
“Oh, please Merrin! You’re being dramatic! I will make you pay for this insubordination. You won’t like the way I-”
Cere tosses the lightsaber to Merrin. Cal releases your throat to pull the saber back to himself, but Merrin is faster. She wields the deadly weapon, casting the room in an unnatural orange light. Cere extends a hand towards Cal and he doesn’t move as she pulls you away from his grasp.
You are sputtering, trying to remember how to breathe, but you look at Merrin’s face. She looks conflicted, tears welling in her eyes. You know what she is thinking: she thinks he could change. You wonder if this is the end, if you have lost the battle, if she will strike.
Suddenly, her expression hardens, and she swings the blade in an arc, removing his head from his shoulders. His body collapses in a pile in your milking spot as the head hits the ground with a sickening thud. You all watch as blood pools around the detached dome from where the temple smashed into the floor.
There is a long silence, and you know it’s time for you to do your part. You climb shakily to your feet with Cere’s help and move to Merrin. Pulling her into an embrace. At first, she is stiff, but she softens, her forehead resting on your shoulder, her arms wrapping around your naked body. Cere’s arms embrace you both, her head on Merrin’s back.
You aren’t sure who cried first, but there is a sniff, a shudder, a ragged inhale. Tears stream down all your faces, leaving wet paths on one another’s skin as it drips. No words are needed, you all feel it, an insecurity. Worry that the wrong decision was made, fear that there may have been another path.
Your legs burn, but no one dares to fall to the ground. You have all spent too much time there.
The tears subside, and the hug breaks, looking first at one another, then at Cal’s decapitated body, now outlined in the seeping red blood. Cere turns off the milking machine and you all head towards the exit.
Greez waits at the door, a stack of clothes in his arms. You dress as quick as your body will allow, and head towards the ladder at the back of the ship. Desperate to escape this lower level and never return.
As you walk away, you hear Cere explaining to Greez what happened. You wrap your hand around the ladder rung, shakily stepping onto the bottom rung. You look back to see a clothed Cere embracing Greez, both crying. Merrin joins you at the ladder, offering her hands to spot your climb. You offer her a half smile and ascend; she follows once you are safe; you reach down, ready to grab her if she falls.
Everyone makes it safely up. Your mind floods with memories of the first night when you see the upper part of the ship again. You want to destroy everything that reminds you of him. Merrin and Cere move towards the cockpit.
Merrin looks to Cere. “Now what?”
You answer, sure of your decision. “Now we go find your baby, Merrin.”
Cere smiles, it’s beautiful. “I love that plan. I was thinking we may also want to take down this milking industry from the inside. If you’re both up for the fight.”
Merrin’s eyes fill with tears, but they look different from the ones before. They look how you feel, hopeful.
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